Alaskan Silver Questions

Pin sat in his office looking out the window. He didn’t like to admit it, but he was tired. It wasn’t just the physical aspect, it was the mental part as well. He loved his work, it wasn’t that, just the last set of things that had happened.

He had that feeling of, something isn’t right. After successful raids on the Pick Axe men, at one time, it looked as if they had broken the organization. Now they were stronger than ever.

Their plant, Ralph Hearns, who Pin had made a deputy, had disappeared two days ago. Did he run? Was he killed? If so, why? So far, there were no leads.

Now the Frenchman had broken out of jail. Pin had a sick feeling that he knew exactly where in Alaska the Frenchman would return to. Riviere had to have help, and it had to be Sanders. They hated each other, what was so big to force them to work together.

“All I have is questions. A policeman is supposed to have answers. I’m supposed to know where they fired the gun from, not just who the victim …” Pin stopped talking, and got out a map. He made some notes, circled a few places on it, and connected the pattern.

He didn’t like what he saw, but at the same time, he was afraid he was right. Pin rolled up the map, and headed straight for Carl’s office. He didn’t make it very far. Just as he was leaving the phone rang.

“Sergeant Pin, you better come quick! There’s been a fire at the hospital in one of the rooms beside of Mr. Strand. Him and his nurse almost didn’t make it out alive!” “I’ll be right there.”

His theory would have to wait. He locked it in a cabinet drawer, and hid the key. This was too dangerous for anyone to see. What bothered him wasn’t what he had figured out. Once again the problem wasn’t the answers, it was the new set of questions they brought up.